Kat purred as she tied him to a pole in the center of the room. Her whiskers brushed against the detective’s coat. “I never should have trusted Bruno. Never send a bull to do a cat’s job.” She began to hum and move things around the room. Several knocks could be heard from the front of the warehouse. “I hate to interrupt your montage, but you’ve got company. A couple of snakes slithered in, and lit cigars.
“Regards from Bruno. We heard ya talkin’ about him, and seeing as Bruno don’t like to be talked about, We’re gonna hafta take you and ya hostage hya.” Somehow, the snakes managed to stuff Kat and Detective Fickle into the Model T, without putting out their cigars. “Boy, Bruno’s gonna be happy! A kitty and a copper!”
“I believe the correct term would be ‘a gumshoe’. I am a detective.” Detective Fickle chose now of all things to show off his vocabulary skills.
“Coppers and gumshoes ah the same thang.”
“Since when do people… or rather animals from Chicago have Brooklyn accents?”
“Shuddaup!”